Joe's POV
I wake up at 3:00 am, cold, and tired. I groan and get up, looking for the blanket.
I look on the floor all around, but the one place I didn't look, is on Caspar. Of course Caspar has it. Every single night. I shake him, just enough to wake him up. He groans. "Leave me alone." He mumbled tiredly. I laugh quietly, and shake him more.
"Caspar," I say. "Come on, wake up." *shake shake* "Babe, seriously I'm fucking freezing." I shivered. And he's still asleep. I sigh. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I think.
I lay down beside him, and press my lips against mine, getting an immediate reaction as he kisses back. I pull back and hear him whimper from the loss. I hate it too, but I'm freezing, and I will do anything for a blanket.
"Why'd you have to do that?" Caspar whines. I chuckle softly. He's so adorable sometimes. "You hogged the blanket. Again." I remark. His face lights up with realization.
"Oh," he says. "sorry." I shake my head. "It's cool, and speaking of cool, I am really cold at the moment, and would love it if I could get under the covers with you." I say.
"Oh! Sorry." He exclaims. I laugh at his awkwardness, and get under the covers. Nice and toasty. Caspar wraps his arms around me and I'm instantly warmed. "I love you, Joe Sugg." He mumbles tiredly. "And I love you, Caspar Lee."
word count; 294. ok hello guys. i should be coming back from my 'detox' from wattpad, and i have the laptop for now. i can sneak it sometimes, and in that sometimes, i will probably be able to update on this. enjoy(?). until next time brochachos.
